Dang, Memorial Weekend was hot and muggy. On Monday afternoon I ended up in the elevator with a neighbor who always makes me laugh, and after I gave out one really big pant, he asked:
“Hot?”
“Um, have you seen my hair? It’s like wearing a mink.”
“That’s nothing,” he said. “You should see my back.”
Random art, window shopping, and concrete canyons.



Doing the Sand Crab in the middle of the street may be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done... but that’s what you do after a twelve-hour bridal shower.

How is it possible that I can lose so much in the shower, yet still have a FULL HEAD OF HAIR?